yea Kronos that would be cool. I've started a thread which has Damon going through the forms by himself but if you want to join in that would be cool. It will help me to improve my own skill if I can teach so everybody wins.

 

Arinth, hopefully we will see you active soon, the more children the better the stories :)

 

Kathleen have you any ideas as to an RP we can do together? I've just returned to the Fortress so Damon is trying to feel the currents and get to know those who are new to him, so perhaps a simple bumping into each other thread or if you like theres the active canteen thread "chow time"?

 

pretty much every thread I'm in is open, happy to RP with everyone if possible lol and if anyone wants a Captain in thier thread feel free to let me know. Just love RPing lol

hmmm I think this idea does need people of rank but I would love to something with you guys too. Any suggestions for something we can do which will involve the recruits?

Name: Liam

Age: 19

Appearance: Five foot ten inches tall. He has green eyes and shoulder length black hair that frames an always smiling face. Like all tinkers he wears brightly coloured outfits but usually prefers red to any other. With a slim and agile build he is always the first choice for a dance, if he is not singing or
playing the fiddle

Background: Son to Broda Mahdi, the seeker for the band and his wife Colly. He has been brought up with the Way of the Leaf . Unlike most Tuatha’an Liam has no problem dealing with strangers, much like his father. Since the Aiel war, their numbers have grown due to people who have seen too much blood shed in their lives and are now seeking a more peaceful way to live. However much to the despair of Broda and the rest of the tinkers, some of these people eventually felt the need to return to a ‘steady’ life. Stubborn to let anyone loose their way, the band usually accompanies those people to as close to their village as they dare in the hopes that the leavers will remain faithful although the Tuatha’an will not force anyone to stay who does not want to It is due to this that the band now rests not far from Cairhien.


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Liam walked over to the on-going merriment among the wagons after seeing off another who could not hold onto the Way of the Leaf . Idly patting the head of one of the huge mastifs , Liam thought of what his father always told him; that 'the way of the leaf is for everyone just some live further from the tree' but with people always leaving the wagons, maybe he was wrong. Pity welled up inside him for those who could not find a sense of peace but it was soon replaced with joy for all those around him who had. Liam had always walked as if his next step would turn into a dance and on this occasion it did. He was swept up in the twirling of skirts and the clap of hands and soon he began to loose himself to the beat of the music.

His friend seemed to ponder the question before answering.

“At our current rate of travel, we can expect to arrive in 7 weeks, 5 days and about 14 hours.” Some of the other around him gaped. Cedon did not call them down he only smiled. His
colleague had never had much difficulty discerning distances and the fact that he would do it as if it was nothing out of the ordinary, often left those who did not know him dumbfounded.

“Mind you, that’s to the boarder. The capital might take some more time. Mind, I can’t be sure we’ll keep up this rate, or that we won’t run into trouble…”He cut off from an amused look from Cedon andsighed. He over-explained far too much. He pulled his hood up to keep the sun out of his eyes. Cedon shook his head in amusement and spurred his horse on. It seems we have a fair distance to cover.

 

Several weeks past as they made their slow progress towards the Illian border and it seemed that with every league Cedon grew more exhilarated. He dreamed of all those heroes he had heard the Gleemen sing of and pictured himself joining their ranks in history. The thought brought a smile to his face, as he knew it to be childish. Cedon was just relieved to be
away from those pompous Nobles who would barely notice him just because he was the younger son. Cedon had learned to accept his status and sometimes enjoyed the lack of intention as it gave him more time to do things that he enjoyed. He looked over at Knoll and couldn’t help but laugh. His friend had his nose deep in one of the books he had brought with him and he barely noticed the glorious landscape that surrounded them.

 

“Don’t you ever get tired from reading the same book over?” His comrade looked at him and smiled and went back to his reading allowing his horse to just follow the others. Cedon chuckled to himself until one of their guardsmen came riding back from scouting ahead.

 

“M’Lord, Illian is just beyond the ridge.”

 

“Thank you Captain,” he turned back to his friend. “You ready to be apart of your own story that people will be fawning over as much as you are that one,” he laughed and galloped towards the rising ridge and there before him lay the beautiful outline of the legendary city where those famous hunters began there journey, before him lay Illian in all its glory.

OOC: this is open to anyone just thought I would move it along a bit :)

Was just wondering if anyone wanted to participate in an RP where the officers of the three faction hold a meeting and address thier concerns? Basically it could act as a in character brain storming session about future RPs. What do y'all think?

Damon watched his companions as he ate, their faces told different stories. Eoghann looked uncomfortable and unsure if he wanted to remain at the table, Evelyn seemed amused by the situation and the boy, Kyle seemed a little unsure. The two Hands, showed no intention to answer first if at all, the Questioners found the truth from others but rarely gave it if they could avoid it. Damon silently admonished himself for the thought. A moment ago he was disgusted with the divide within the Children and here he was thinking thoughts which if spoken could ignite all those present and rightly so. He would atone for this mental slip later but for now he would put himself forward to answer the young man's question. Most new recruits were curious about senior officers but rarely had the gumption to follow their inquisitiveness. 

 

"The decision I made to join the Children was an easy one, lad. My Father served among the army before me and I was practically raised within the fortress. So it was from a very young age I knew my path lay within the Warriors of the Light. I was too large and excitable for the Eyes," he laughed, "and I always found spreading the through deed more appealing than the study and meticulous practice needed for the hand." Damon gestured to his fellow officers. He couldn't say that he thought torturing an already captured dark friend next to cowardly and always preferred to face a foe head on. How a man fights for his life and freedom is usually enough evidence as to his honour.

 

"Being gifted with sword and horse also helped though I'll admit." he laughed.

 

Many thanks to all especially Rasheta, I know shes been asking on my behalf. Looking forward to starting :)

I have a few RPs open in the "turning of the wheel" page which your welcome to cause some mischief in :)

I was thinking that my sister may not have returned from the test for accepted and this would be something that could be RP'd as the Sisters would rarely admit to loosing an initiate and could be interesting if a family member turned up.

anymore word on this one? RP's are all quiet at the moment :(

1st training thread started - Back in the Yard

Walking in to the practice yard with the deadly grace that comes with Cat Crosses The Courtyard, Damon noticed that there were fewer people than usual present. There were the normal amounts of Children walking around the boundaries to wherever they were going. Some even stopped to eye some of those that were training and on occasion some coins changed hands. Some men found his habit of training in the yards un-becoming of a Captain, but Damon thought that a soldier who didn’t keep his skills sharp would die at the hands of a bandit or dark friend who’s skills are kept honed by the constant fight for survival. He was already proficient with sword and bow before officially joining the Children, trained by his father, who served before him and had taught him the added grace and calm that you needed to truly be one with the blade. He rarely had to think anymore to assume the ‘oneness’ it came as easily now as breathing.

Eyeing those few that had gathered, they seemed to be participating in some sort of contest, recruits paired off into teams against each other. To his
disgust, the recruits seemed to be treating it like a game laughing as they dropped their weapons which in reality would mean death. The general feeling
among the more seasoned White cloaks was that the recent additions of men and women coming to train, were filled with zeal and sometimes outright hatred but had little quality to do anything with it. It seemed that most recruits were simply bigots and bearers of ill will with little taste for battle or even the
Light in some cases. Others came with wild-eyed wonder to train among the legendary Children of the Light, their heads filled with adventure and romance. However there were those few who had what it took, the passion, zeal and skill needed, in Order to spread light where there is darkness.

 

Leaving the recruits to their sport, Damon decided to work his forms, he assumed the stance Leopard In The Tree. On the point of drawing his blade, he assumed the oneness and danced through the forms as formal and graceful as if being examined by Cathel Shinin himself.

 

Damon blinked in surprise as the Inquisitor suddenly burst out laughing. Had things progressed to such a level where the Hand laughed openly at the military? Confused he studied the woman’s face, pretty and confident brown eyes narrowed with amusement but he could see no signs of contempt or malice on her face. The Inquisitor must have read something in his features as she began to explain her outburst.

 

"Of course, Captain Shinin, have a seat here next to me. I am not laughing at you, by the way-- but this poor Recruit across from me has not had a chance to even tell me more than his name yet as more people have joined our table. So let me save us all some time and introductions. I am Inquisitor Evelyn Shirale, of the Hand of the Light."

 

Damon relaxed and broke a smile himself it was a ludicrous situation. The poor lad had found himself at a table of three ranking children and unable to get a word in through all the interruptions. Damon nodded in greeting as each of the two men was introduced in turn. Recruit Kirnan looked nervous but held his head up and met their gaze, there was mettle to this one and Damon found himself wondering which path of Light the boy would find himself on.

"This is Arbiter Eoghann, who is one of my trainees in the Hand. I misremember if the two of you have met before, Captain, so my apologies if you have."

 

Damon had not met the man from Arafel before but was in the Fortress when he had first arrived. He had heard the men gossip about the strange fellow but one thing that always crept through was his dedication and zeal for learning and the teachings of the Children. He found himself respecting the Arbiter, despite the inevitable mockery from his peers he has risen above and from the fond tones of the inquisitor, seems likely to continue to rise.

Damon taking his cue from Inquisitor Evelyn he started his own meal and relished every bite. It had been a long rotation in the field and it was nice to eat something that wasn’t jerked, salted or scavenged in the wilderness.

Damon listened to the boy’s story as he ate and lowered his gaze as the recruit filled the word witched with a pure hatred that was common amongst the Children. Oh yes this one will do well. Was I ever this filled with loathing? He decided not to interrupt any further and listen to what the rest of the company had to say.

 

Hi thought I would sign up here while I wait. Sent a bio in a while back but I understand things are a bit Hectic at the minute so Just letting y'all know im here and waiting :D

As the peaks of the Fortress of Light began to loom ahead, Damon felt that calming feeling of home flow through him. Although born in Amador city he spent most of his life, man and boy, within its walls. The Fortress was the bastion for everything he held dear in life and proudly defended her honour and the Light across the lands. His last patrol, while pro-longed, was pretty uneventful. Some small time bandits just north of Tear were the only notable event and they were subdued and captured for trial under the Light. The world seemed to be holding its breath for the time being and the shadow keeping its cards close to its chest, it made Damon uneasy. His Legion had crossed the borders into Amadicia that morning and knowing that home was near had ridden hard the rest of the way. Now they were here, thank the Light.

 

As they rode through the gates Damon nodded to the guards in reply to their salute but didn’t recognise any of them. The Children were not as great in number as they had been but were not few by any means but so many friends and comrades had fallen over the years and familiar faces were becoming few and far between outside his own men.

 

Dismissing the Children and handing the reigns of ‘Dazar’ over to the stable lad, he made his way over to the Dome of truth to submit his reports and to offer a prayer under the sun that resides within. The Dome itself was a spectacle which never ceased to amaze him and today was no different. He stood within the centre columns and gave thanks to the Creator and asked for his protection for all those within the Light while holding the book his father had given him so long ago yet never left his side.

 

Going against custom Damon made his way to the mess hall rather than his quarters. He felt more hungry than travel stained and it was a hard ride with little to break their fast. The hall was bustle of activity. Many young men still in farm clothes sat together laughing and boasting, other tables held uniformed Children some newly returned with him. He nodded in greeting but knew better than to sit with them, men deserved the privacy without fear of reprimand from their Captain. Smiling knowingly he sought elsewhere for a place to sit. One table had an almost imperceptible bubble around it where many of the men and women chose not to enter. One young man sat with two members of the Hand of Light. Judging by their red crooks and armbands the male was an Arbiter and the
woman an Inquisitor.  Damon decided to sit with them. The Children needed to be cohesive in order to serve the Light effectively and this distance between the Hand and Army needed to be dispelled.

 

Damon strode over casually and nodded his head to the two men but bowed lightly towards the Inquisitor. They were equal in rank but some of the Hand put on airs and graces and Damon saw little point in ruffling feathers if peace came at such a small price.

 

“Greetings Inquisitor, may I join your table?”

OOC: Damon's Bio

Woo, Thank you both  

I would love to be a part of this Damon isn't sure about if Aes Sedai are dark friends so this will be a brilliant opportunity for me to explore this

Reporting for Active Duty. I'm in for one with the WT :)

I like the idea of the 9th Legion, I dont know why just has a nice ring to it

 

also a Legion where the Children are more "broad-minded" might be good as it will help with fact finding without pre-conceptions. Obviously a concern of having a more liberal Legion could have disciplinary problems we are Children of the Light at the end of the day, where discipline and order are key, but that would make for great stories as well

I can see!!! its a miracle I am truly blessed by the light. Oh the light, it hurts my eyes, I should have given time to adjust.

Returning to Active Duty *Salutes*

Time travelled differently here in Tel’aran’rhiod and Archaon’s mind began to wonder as he sat alone in the Hall. What have his Chosen brethren been up to since they escaped? Where have they taken for their seats of power or in some cases, their place of hiding? Despite what the mortals believed the Chosen were once human and still had some of the weaknesses that came with it. Cowardice was a vice shared by a few of his comrades but only a fool would think them any less dangerous.

 

How long had the first of them been loose on this world? Yet it still moved on as if the Great Lord did not exist. Things needed to change and these Light blinded fools needed to learn their place. Archaon stared at the crushed goblet in his hand and began laughing as the wine stained his cuffs red like they had been that day. He blinked and all was as it once was.

Archaon felt an all too familiar tingle on his skin as a flash of light split the floor. Assuming his previous seat he smiled and waiting to see who had arrived first.

 

Time travelled differently here in Tel’aran’rhiod and Archaon’s mind began to wonder as he sat alone in the Hall. What have his Chosen brethren been up to since they escaped? Where have they taken for their seats of power or in some cases, their place of hiding? Despite what the mortals believed the Chosen were once human and still had some of the weaknesses that came with it. Cowardice was a vice shared by a few of his comrades but only a fool would think them any less dangerous.

 

How long had the first of them been loose on this world? Yet it still moved on as if the Great Lord did not exist. Things needed to change and these Light blinded fools needed to learn their place. Archaon stared at the crushed goblet in his hand and began laughing as the wine stained his cuffs red like they had been that day. He blinked and all was as it once was.

Archaon felt an all too familiar tingle on his skin as a flash of light split the floor. Assuming his previous seat he smiled and waiting to see who had arrived first.

ok who hasn't wanted to play a trolloc? Have fun with this

 

Name: Scortch
Gender: male
Nationality: Dhai’mon trolloc of the blight.
Appearance: 8’ 2” he is of a very muscular build. With the head of a wolf like creature and a humanoid body covered in black fur. He dresses in black boots and assorted leather. He often adorns himself in whatever armour he can find that can fit him.



The putrid smell of home filled Scortch’s wolf like mussel. His muscles ached from carrying these humans all the way from the blight border. Meat was scarce in the blight, and the hoard has had to go further afield to hunt. The man things we’re hiding behind their stone walls. Afraid of the might of the trolloc but scortch and a few others found some who were not so afraid. It was always more fun when they tried to fight back. Scortch had kept three humans himself. He padded his way to his den and saw another grotesque creature waiting for him. The den was little more than a cave really but with a large nest like thing in the centre. Along the left side of the cave was things used for cooking, knives hooks and of course the cook pot. Along the right hand side of the cave though were more knives, swords and assorted armour that has been scavenged over the years. The creature waiting was Grag, Scortch’s mate.

“Scortch been gone long. Grag no like waiting.”

“Scortch brought meat. Grag cook meat” dropping the limp courses on the ground before Grag’s hoofs. She dragged them into the back of the den and began to strip the meat from the bones.

“Scortch kill too well. Not much meat left on pray.” Grag muttered, but the sound of pride came through her growl. Scortch took her all in. her black eyes, her hooked beak and her delicate hooves. She had been his mate for several weeks since Scortch killed her last one. They feasted that night on his remains.

“Scortch love Grag, Scortch wud fight Black Man for Grag.”

“Scortch boast too much. Make fire, I get pot.” As Scortch began to gather wood for a fire to boil his humans he smelt the distinctive smell of a Dha’vol. Letting out a guttural roar to rouse the other Dhai’mon. They must have heard of their successful return from their raid. Battle was always good. Battle meant more killing and more meat for the fist. Forgetting his prized humans as the blood lust filled him he drew his long black curved blade and charged. He could hear the galloping of Grag behind him as the roar of charging Dha’vol erupted in front of him.

have just done the general one so far and was very suprised at the result

 

You Scored as Egwene al' Vere

You are Egwene al'Vere. Like Egwene, you are strongwilled and determined. You often disobey the rules, but for the good of the people. You like to dream and think that if you hope enough, anything can come true.
 

Egwene al' Vere   65% Thom Merrilin   65% Rand al' Thor   60% Moiraine Damodred   55% Matrim Cauthon   50% al' Lan Mandragoran   45% Perrin Aybara   45% Nynaeve al' Meara   45% Galadedrid Damodred   35% Elayne Trakand   30%

Looking forward to RPing with you :)